Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.